After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.12
"May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, 'A boy is born!'24
That day--may it turn to darkness; may God above not care about it; may no light shine upon it.
May darkness and deep shadowa3 claim it once more; may a cloud settle over it; may blackness overwhelm its light.
That night--may thick darkness4 seize it; may it not be included among the days of the year nor be entered in any of the months.